The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 192 The Mermaid’s Longevity Candle (35)
Cang Li's Adam's apple twitched slightly, squatting down and staring at the thoroughly drunk person in front of him.

"who do I like……"

Cen Mu narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he was thinking seriously.
"I like good-looking ones! As long as they are beautiful, I like them all!"

"for example?"

It was rare that Cang Li would take the initiative to ask.

He stared at Cen Mu, extremely obsessed with this matter, insisting on getting a result.

"for example……"

The wine that he just secretly drank slowly picked up momentum, and Cang Li lowered his head, startled by a face that suddenly approached.

Cen Mu grinned with a silly smile, staring at Cang Li blankly.

"For example, Emperor Siyan!"

The tightly held heart suddenly fell and fell into the abyss.

As if being poured with a basin of cold water, Cang Li's hands dropped straight down.

Sure enough, it was all rhetoric!

Saying you like him is just comparing him with all the beautiful things in this world.Such as a plate of delicate dishes, or a beautiful painting.

There may be some differences, but in the end, it is just an object.

Nothing special.

Cen Mu, I won't trust you anymore!

"Cen Mu, you forced me!"

The person in the drunk dream just frowned, was suffocated, and kept struggling against Cang Li's chest.

"You let me go!"

It's cold and it hurts...

open--

Obviously he stretched out his hand first, so why let him go?

"Third Young Master, I'm afraid you don't remember that when we Shamans were alive, our role in Haicheng was limited to that!"

You were the one who barged in at the beginning, so why do you want to leave now?

Human feelings are really cheap!
One night of absurdity, tormenting each other, no one feels better than the other.

When Cen Mu woke up, there was no one around him. He couldn't remember what happened last night, but the pain all over his body told him that there was already a fact.

Clothes are disheveled, and at a glance, there is an overturned wine jar in the corner of the room.

It's wrong to drink...

The door was knocked lightly, and the housekeeper's deep voice sounded, "My lord? Are you up yet?"

"What's wrong?" There were clean clothes beside the bed, and he got up and changed.

"Miss Yunyan is gone!" Hearing that Cen Mu woke up, his voice immediately became anxious.

Cen Mu frowned, and quickly changed his clothes.The winter clothes are very thick, covering the marks on the neck.

"Did you bring her hangover soup last night?" Cen Mu opened the door and asked directly.

How could such a big person disappear?

"Sent it off, but even if she wakes up in the morning, she has to say hello before leaving, why did she suddenly disappear." The housekeeper frowned into a word 'Chuan', "And the second son also asked, Really no one."

He didn't see him at the Third Young Master's Mansion, and when asked by Yuncheng, our Young Master still won't allow Lou Zi to take over.

The young master shouldn't have invited Miss Yunyan to the house, it would be nice if the second young master could accompany her well.

Not only did the young master drink so much wine, but he also made young master Li feel bad.

Why are there so many things!

Cen Mu rubbed the center of his brows as he suffered from a severe headache after the hangover.I vaguely feel that something important has happened, but I can't remember it.

Simply do not want to.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Yun Sheng came to Haicheng with the identity of Yunyan, even if those people in Haicheng coveted that position, they would not be so stupid to do something to "Yunyan".

Moreover, there are more hidden guards in the house, and to be able to take people out, they need the help of people in the house.

　【You like Si Yan, don't care about Cangli】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)